Once, in Eggnog, Utah I went to
the doctor for an ingrown toenail. After a while he came into the treatment
room. He was wearing tap shoes. Scared the hell out of me. He poked around my
toe for a minute then broke into a Broadway show tune. He asked if I knew the baritone
part and started clicking his feet on the tiles. I looked around the room for
help but we were alone. When I started to get up he said to wait for the
refrain. What’s a refrain?
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